As far back as my brain will let me travel
I remember my grandma telling me, "Todrick, there are three things in life you can't escape: death, taxes and Sunday school."
Well, turns out she was right!
Come rain or shine, I was there every single Sunday mornin' service
And since all my grandma's other eleven grandsons took to playin' sports and chasin' women
They left all the singin' to me
When I reach those gates
When I see your face
I hope you're proud of me
I hope you're proud
Cause I'm spendin' all my days
Trying to find a way
To make you proud of me
To make you proud
Cause I just wanna be a
Soldier in the army
I'm all yours if you want me
Take my hand and just call me
Call me yours
Soldier in the army
I'm all yours if you want me
Take my hand and just call me
Call me yours
I probably sang those songs a million times growing up, but they always felt so good to me
So much soul went into the lyrics and melody
You couldn't help but stomp and clap when you heard 'em
I didn't always know exactly what I was singing about, all I know is I felt something in those songs I couldn't explain
When I stand before your throne
When you call me home
I hope you're proud of me
I hope you're proud
Cause I know it won't be long
I'm fightin' hard and strong
To make you proud of me
To make you proud
Cause I just wanna be a
Soldier in the army (yeah)
I'm all yours if you want me (I'm all yours)
Take my hand and just call me
Call me yours
Soldier in the army (Soldier in your army)
I'm all yours if you want me (I'm all yours)
Take my hand and just call me
Call me yours
Now I was always different, and in the small town of [?], Texas where I'm from
People like to let you know just how different they thought you were
They called me 'weird', 'punk', 'faggot', 'sissy'
But my mama just called me 'special'
I don't remember much from my childhood
But one moment I do remember vividly, partially because it changed my life, but mostly because I don't have that many moments with my father to remember
